Homily 2nd Sunday of Advent, 2022

2nd Sunday of Advent Is. 11:1-10Rom 15:4-9Mt 3:1-12 AUGH…the readings…the poetry…the lush imagery and language… Can you hear my heart both race and sigh?? In a way it reminds me of a multi-media art event I went to a week or two ago—there was art, spoken word, and cello/piano/organ music…all happening at once— So many…

Of Many Things…

4:33 PM 11 November, 2022… Just back from a walk in the Public Gardens…a walk in the embrace of the Holy…where dragonflies landed on the pages of the book a woman next to me was reading–they looked at each other for a long moment before she laughed aloud with delight.… A walk where burnt red-orange…

Gravitas and Hope

Gravitas and Hope It is a weighty thing,humanity.And yet and still,we are light enough,we are enough light,to see the branch of another pathwayand tell the storyof also knowing how to fly.

All Saints

All Saints I count on the closeness of Saints.Those that I know have touched down,have pounded upon this earth, kneadingit, thumping it, tripping, falling, dancing;each step, however managed, taking themonward in this adventure. They have livedand shown others the edges of their full humanity;lived as who they are because anything lesswould not cling rightly to…

Breakfast in the Tidal Cool

Breakfast In the Tidal Cool The sea, she wore her autumn greysof light and depth and shading;I bowed an inquiry-she acquiesced; I was welcome by her side. A brine-washed rock, my mossy perch to join at table—the gull and loon,both dipping down to break the fast of night. Kimberly M. King

A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses

A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses  How wondrous are your flavours,oh Lord of balance and surprise; How wondrous to spend time within the intimacy that is cutting board and quiet;that is the scent of toasting seedsand the crack of release when they are pressed against the grain, leaving for history an echoing amenbefore being pinched up to dustthe glory…

Entirely Grateful

Because we have had our Thanksgiving meal on Sunday for the last number of years, I have spent the first part of the actual holiday in the Halifax Public Gardens, sitting on a bench around the “Decanter” fountain–I’m sure it has an actual name in addition to the name I have given it so as to…

Before the storm

On Picking Herbs before the Storm Time has a smellwhen it holds fast,spinning in place with no advance.It is the scent of concentration,when outward turns inwardand motion is slowed intoa thickness of feeling. Somewhere within thatthough, I learned from the looseattentive, herbal, allure of basil, and mint, and green’s own thyme—Incense and prayer,Incense and prayer,Let it…